On most college campuses, there is a culture perpetuated that deems women “slutty” or “whore-ish.” It is a culture that is reveled in by both young men and women. But for some reason, all of the fingers point to the girls. Now, I know this is an argument that has been brought up time and again. However, it doesn’t seem to be penetrating the minds of today’s youth the way it was intended to.

There are girls campuswide who don’t believe in the idea of finding a “Mr. Right” anymore, due to maltreatment. They have sat down and accepted that this vicious cycle of sleeping around and walking home, heels in hand, is the life they have come to and will continue to live. And the boys, the ones who press spin on this cycle, recline back, deem these girls unworthy of their love and affection and treat them as though they are nothing but the girl next door. And they sit, hands in their pants, thinking about the next booty call they can pick up, and shatter their confidence.

This isn't a message to all guys out there. To the few of you who understand the pain that is "falling in like" with someone and having it thrown in your face, we salute you. It's those of you who use your fake charm to woo girls into your arms and drop them the second a tighter bodied, big boobed girl walks by, and then dubs said dropped girl "a total slut." Because they're not sluts. We're not sluts. We're simply playing the game you lured us into. Now we're trapped, in a vicious cycle between what's right and wrong, between what's true and what's false.

And at the end of the day, if we're both perpetrators of the same act, then you, playboys of college campuses, are too a slut - although you and your friends may view this as an accomplishment. One day, you're going to wake up, and realize that the pain you now feel is an empty one. Yet you've driven away any chance to fill that void. So now this hits a deeper, personal level. And for the briefest of moments, you've stepped out of yourself and wondered why you haven't thought of this before. It's because you don't think in any more than a selfish convoluted manner, and it must stop. For your sake, for her sake, for my sake. She is not a slut.